Friday, November 16, 2012

Going green

Off topic...

Check out this website, Recyclebank. The way it works is, you earn points for learning tips about going green, making green purchases, using fewer resources, etc. Then you can cash those points in for coupons, freebies, gift cards, and all kindsa cool stuff. Mom cashed in her points for a Martha Stewart "Living" subscription, and immediately began to feel her age.

We are really into recycling, buying things made from recycled materials, and all around being green. We encourage others to do the same. You can get biodegradable doggie-waste bags, post-consumer paper towels, printer paper, and even toothbrushes, and they all cost about the same as their non-green counterparts. As much as we love Kermit, it's actually very easy being green.

If you sign up for Recyclebank, please use this link, 'cause mom gets points for each referral.

Happy weekend!

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

7 things about me.

Wow! My first award! This was given to me by my new furend Dougall over at The Dougall Diaries.

I guess how this works is that I'll tell you 7 things about me, and then pass this along to other new furends I'd like to know more about. So here goes!

1. I am a bed hog. I love to sleep in the middle of the bed. When we go to bed, I curl up in a corner at the top of the bed. By the time mom wakes up in the morning, I've wiggled my way to the middle while she clings on to the side of the bed trying not to fall off. heh heh heh

2. I'm very talkative. When we wake up in the morning, I always greet mom with this sort of yawnhiiirooo sound (not an accurate onomatopoeia). Same thing when she gets home from work and takes too long doing whatever it is she does before taking me out.

3. I never learned how to do a proper Scottie stand, but we are practicing. I always want to stand up on the pads of my feet with my legs straight, through.

4. I think "sit" means mom is going to push my back end down.

5. I don't care much for chew toys or bones. I do love to chase the little red dot, though!

6. I am a huntress, through and through. Sometimes I get so riled up about catching something, that even my shadow gets me excited.

7. I love to play "tag" with mom. Sometimes she gets in the floor and mimics my playful bow, and we'll do this back and forth for a minute, then I'll run around the apartment, she'll do the playful bow/huff again and I'll come charging at her (sometimes I lick her face on my way by). It's my favorite game.

I'd like to pass this on to my new furends at Jazzi's WorldBouncing Bertie, and Molly the Wally.

Hope everyone's having a great week!

Friday, November 9, 2012


There was just..


a mouse!

*pant* outside.... I caught it, *pant*pant*...but mom...

*LOOKS LEFT* made me turn it loose.


and now...

*deep breath*


*twirls in front of the door* she won't let me go back outside...

aaarrrghhhh!!! I had it!!!

*sad face*

... she never lets me have any fun.

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Happy Howloween!

Whew! What a day!

Mom and I both love to play dress up... it goes without saying that we look forward to Halloween every year. Every year, mom starts thinking of Halloween costumes before summer is even over, but doesn't get an idea for what to do until the last minute. Wednesday night, while she was talking to her mom (my old mom... now my granny, I guess? so confusing!) it was decided that she wanted to show me off in the Haute Dog Howl'oween Parade. As you may have guessed, it's a big parade of costumed dogs and their owners that happens in our city every year. Mom doesn't believe in store bought costumes (snob!), so she rushed to the fabric store as soon as she hung up the phone, and got all the things to make our costumes. She got out the sewing machine, looked up patterns online, and schemed at work all the next day. As soon as she got home Thursday, it was business. Cutting patterns out of junk mail, and sewing what she could before bed. She didn't get another chance to work on our costumes until yesterday, and oh boy did she. All day, it was cutting more patterns out of junk mail, snipping and clipping of fabric and faux fur, stitching away (and ripping a lot of seams before stitching again). I did my best to help whenever she laid fabric on the floor (everyone knows how much easier fabric is to cut when a Scottie stands on it! Common knowledge, that is). The sun went down, the night drew on, and for a while we weren't sure if we'd be ready in time, but luck was on our side!

She's definitely not the most convincing wolf to my Little Red Riding Hood, but I guess that's what happens when you improvise. I was too interested in everything going on to pause for a good pic, so apologies that you just get a side view, but there was just so much neat stuff to see!

To be honest, I was getting pretty nervous at the idea of being around so many strange people and dogs, but I powered through it and did great. I let strangers pet me, let other dogs sniff me, and even sniffed them back! 

The downside to being in the parade is that you don't actually get to watch it, so we didn't get very many pictures. We did snag a few though, and these were out favorites..

Yeah, X-Files! That's our show! Left to right, the Alien, Fox Mulder, Walter Skinner, and Dana Scully. 

A closer picture of Mulder

The Space Shuttle Endeavour! How cool is that?!

It was great to be around so much creativity, and we had a great time. Maybe next year we can decide on a costume when we have more than 2 days to make it (won't hold my breath).

Mom wanted me to put my costume back on for a pic, but I am tuckered out. I told her she could put it on me as long as I didn't have to move. 

Taken last night during a fitting. I had it worked out that if she wanted me to try it on, she had to rub my belly before I would get up. heh heh heh

All right peeps. it's time to nap. Hope you all have a happy Halloween!

Friday, October 12, 2012

We've entered Carrleigh in Blue Buffalo's costume contest. If she wins, we get a year's worth of free food (and, believe me, we could sure use it!). Please take a quick moment to vote for my baby girl.

Since I can't link directly to her page, click the link and go to "Entries" at the top right, then below that, click the magnifying glass to the right of the drop down menu, and search for "Carrleigh."

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Well, well, well... things are pretty quiet 'round here. Mom is happy it's Friday, and so am I! We drove to visit her friend Dominick earlier tonight, which was a treat because I love riding in the car. He has not been feeling well lately, so I did my best to cheer him up by letting him pet me and feel how soft I am since mom bathed me (ಠ_ಠ). He has 2 dogs about my size, though younger, and they remind me why I love being the only dog! (though I do miss Piper sometimes). They are nice enough, and I'm sure we'll be friends eventually, but I'm very cautious of new dogs until they earn my trust and respect. Especially dogs on retractable leashes with presumptuous parents. (note: not referring to Dominick's dogs).

It's happened a few times that we've been out walking, and someone else is walking their dog with a retractable leash. Now.. common sense would dictate that if you see me, a strange dog you don't know, you exercise a bit of caution because I could be totally vicious! But instead of pushing that button down to let me and the other dog approach each other slowly, they just let their dogs run right up to me and get all up in my business. I wouldn't bite them, but I'm not as socialized as they are, and I'll be honest... it really stresses me out. I'm not used to other dogs, especially non-scotties, or strange people for that matter. I'm certain none of your parents do that though, especially since we all know the dangers of retractable leashes.

And there's my random rant for the evening.

You may be happy to know that we haven't run into the creepy guy in our neighborhood since the last blog update, and we want to thank you all for your concern. As for the pepper spray, it's not so much that we don't feel safe, but that we believe it's important to be proactive. Maybe we'll run into a dog that actually is vicious, or a coyote, or even a mountain lion of we go camping. Better safe than sorry (though I'm not sure how effective it would be against a mountain lion.. here's hoping we never have to find out).

Anyway... it's past our bed time, but we just wanted to pop in and say hi. Hope you all have a wonderful day. I'll leave you with this picture. This is the look I give mom every day when she leaves for work. I'm sure you're all wearing this look right now as we're ending this blog post. <3

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Sorry we haven't been posting much.... there have been some pretty big changes 'round here, and we've been staying busy. Mom's car had been in the shop, and I wasn't allowed to ride in the rental car. Now that she has her car back, we've been going on some great adventures for me to meet new people, and dogs, and sniff all kinds new stuff unlike anything I've ever sniffed before. woo!

This is a short and sweet update, but I feel it's important. We live in a fairly safe neighborhood, in a city with a few rough pockets. But bad things can happen no matter where you are. We have had a few unsettling encounters while going out before bed, which has prompted mom to order pepper spray to keep with my leash, and in her purse. I think it's important that all you dog moms out there, single or not, keep your safety in mind because you never know what may happen. There could even be a strange aggressive dog on the loose.

We have ordered 2 different types, which can be found here and here. The second one has a UV marking dye to mark your attacker.

We chose these in pink for 2 reasons... 1) to support the National Breast Cancer Foundation, and 2) because the pink looks pretty unsuspecting hanging from a pink leash.

Still waiting for our shipment to arrive, so we'll update you on how these 2 sprays work out. We hope we never have to use them, but better safe than sorry because you never know what you may encounter while walking your furbabies.

In closing, I need a haircut.